Germany.Berlin.After work in the evening, taking a shower, he decided to go to miss beer at bedtime.
bar is located across the street from the hotel, and the bartender was a girl from St. Petersburg.He put on his shorts, crosses, t-shirt and coats, because the January frost.
already near the bar, ordered a beer, I decided it was a chat with the bartender Olga (especially since it was pretty), but my plans broke the German's sixty, with a mustache and beer belly.Smiling, he asked:
- Rusishe?
Looking around, I realized I was much gave my summer outfit in January evening, and I nodded his head.With German
me tight, but still, I realized that he told me, well, you're Russian, only whale gulping vodka and a beer - weaklings.I was hurt, I gave an answer that we slurp everything pours.
After a ten-minute skirmish, he decided to prove that we won the war by accident, and offered a beer on the dispute.
Terms dispute:
1. loser pays for both,
2. You can use the toilet,
3. you have to drain the glass, once he finished his opponent and order again.
off.
The first three went in one gulp.They lit by the fourth, developing a plan to combat each.We decided to talk, good Olga was there and I helped with the language.
10 a glass.Olechka-beauty has helped only morally, because I did not need translation - German language I learned, and my "scrapper" Christophe - a normal guy.
20 a glass.3 a.m.I work at 9, I hate this bar, beer, Christoph and myself.
Learned another language that only I knew this fucking German.
25 a glass.Time does not see blurring of the arrow.At work, I will not go.I suck.Maybe give up?Beer for 4.5 euros.It's ... well, it is necessary to pay a lot.Damn ...
So, straightened, damn it, I almost fell.And issued directly in the voice: "Russian shall be on !!!".
Olechka laughed, what gives strength.Finished 25th, ordering the 26th, and his whole appearance to give to understand the opponent, they say, went to, continue.
not know how, but the 26th I ostentatiously drank in one gulp.Same Christophe tried to repeat.
Hooray !!!He poplohelo and he wagged to the restroom.That's where I start ... plohet Toilet.Bed.I sleep ...
at 7pm somehow brought myself up.I called his boss - has told it like it is: he took everything with laughter and made an appointment at 22:00 in my bar, the more that we must also take their coats.
I met and Olga, and her boss, and visitors, as a hero.It turns out that yesterday even bet on us to do.He is sitting and Christophe, clearly annoyed, I would even say - dishonored.He asked: how is it possible?What I told him the truth, that kind of money I had and I could not play.
He gave the phrase which I have translated something like this:
«Fucking bar, a fucking Russian, the old fool Christophe."
Articles Source: prikolisti.mirtesen.ru
